#dadjo

[meguminis]

on the day that megumi moved into jujutsu tech dorms gojo cried like a baby because he “couldn’t believe his little boy was flying the nest already” (he was moving to the school where he teaches and will see him everyday)

[sadbenedict]

the monster's gone, he's on the run and your daddy's here...

(I get so emotional about dadjo plss I will go reread all fics)

[yikeshedi]

is it just you and me in the wreckage of the world?

[logoleptic-since-06]

ღ imagine satoru getting a girl pregnant after a one night stand. the girl, neither wanting anything to do with the child nor wanting satoru to know about her, gives her up for adoption as soon as she's born.

ღ imagine satoru finding out about his daughter five years later, while his child's mother is on her deathbed, inflicted with pain from a terminal disease. she takes her last breaths with relief in her chest as she comes clean.

ღ imagine satoru is now frantically searching for his daughter, his flesh and blood, only to find out that she's been adopted by you, a person living peacefully in a small town after giving up on the idea of love you once had, now focusing solely on motherhood.

ღ imagine satoru goes to your small town, your home, only to be met with your persistence with letting him meet his— and now also your— daughter.

ღ imagine satoru holding his ground and not leaving the town until he's met his daughter, trying to prove himself a worthy parent to you, making your concerns of losing your daughter greater by the day.

ღ imagine satoru finally getting ahold of speaking to the five year old girl with the same big blue eyes and white hair, who seems to be a little too excited to see another person with the same hair colour.

ღ imagine satoru watching the little girl— his little girl— eyeing sweets with such eagerness it only reminds him of one person: himself.

ღ imagine satoru getting closer to you while trying to get to know his daughter, the person who raised his blood.

ღ imagine satoru finally making you realise he isn't as bad as you thought he was, nor is he trying to impose custody or take her away from you.

ღ imagine satoru actually being a very endearing person, someone you keep staring at as he blends perfectly into you and your daughter's life, someone that makes your daughter smile and someone that makes her eyes light up.

ღ imagine satoru making you feel like love is, in fact, worth giving another chance to.

[shovellyyy]

*at the mall*

"Attention shoppers," Megumi idly listened. "would a little boy- around aged 9- with black, uh, spiky hair and a blue school uniform please come to the security desk at the front of the store?"

He frowns, looking down at himself and his unmistakable blue uniform. He's not 9 though, so he's just going to continue shopping-

"Thank you sir! Goomiee!! Oh Goomiebear!!! My precious, please return to me at once!! I don't know what I'll do without you, my son!"

God damnit Gojo.

A muffled "sir you can't take the intercom, please give it back-" is heard before the line completely shuts off.

Megumi is glad it's very apparent he's not a child, but he's not pleased with how he still gets weird glances shot his way.

"What the hell was that, Gojo?" He asks once he reaches the desk.

"Um, sir, I believe he was looking for a small primary school child-" the poor security guard tries to but in, but Gojo interrupts him.

"Nope, this is him! Thank you for your hard work, man!" Gojo then hands him a small pile of cash before grabbing Megumi's arm and walking off.

"You suck. I was so embarrassed."

"Aw, how about I get you a leash next time to keep a better eye on ya?"

[forgetfulmachineart]

[ID: A mostly cool colored, digital three page comic of teen Gojo Satoru talking to young Tsumiki Fushiguro. Page one: Gojo makes a sandwich for Tsumiki who's leaning on the kitchen island. Tsumiki says "Thanks for the snacks, dad" and Gojo responds "No problem, Tsumi." In the next panel Gojo complains "Man... I wish Megumi didn't hate me so much. At least you call me dad..." Tsumiki comments "Megumi does that too, though?" In the third panel, Gojo activates his Six Eyes like a flashlight and yells "When!? Where!? Do you have it on camera!?" to a surprised Tsumiki. Page two: Tsumiki thinks about the various times Megumi has called Gojo 'dad,' including when Gojo gave them a bad hair cut, when the divine dogs bit Gojo, when Gojo made soup, and lastly when Megumi asked Tsumiki to ask Gojo to make snacks which is all represented in blue tinted drawings. In the last panel she has a devious smile and is labeled "8 yr old who just realized how funny she can be" Page three: Tsumiki cheerfully says to a gleeful Gojo "In your dreams!" The second panel shows them zoomed out with a lighting strike going through Gojo's shattered heart while Tsumiki has a cat like smile. In the third panel with a light orange background, Tsumiki is smiling while Megumi comes up behind her and asks "Why's dad crying?" /End ID]

Before this happened

Edit: It has kindly been brought to my attention that Tsumi means sin in Japanese I'm so sorry Tsumiki I should've taken five seconds to check I just wanted matching nicknames with Gumi 😭

[atomic-sludge]

Trans dadjo giving babytrans megs his first binder

[matsugumisou]

i don’t care what anybody says, gojo viewed megs and tsumiki as his kids and he loved them and i will die on that hill

[eternalera]

megumi would sometimes call gojo his dad if someone ever went up to him and asked where his parents were. he's not stupid, he's not gonna tell them he's alone but the moment gojo finds out about this he gets excited anyways

[eddiesaurus]

he grew (HEY I REDREW THIS PLS CHECK LAST POST!!!!!!!!!!)

[thatoneyappinggirl]

new headcanon bc i have not fed this blog in forever

megumi LOVES gorillaz. gojo got him an mp3 player for his 8th birthday that was downloaded with a variety of music, but the first time he heard rhinestone eyes, he fell in LOVE. he immediately asked gojo to download every album they had, and then every upcoming holiday for the next 3-4 years were filled with gorillaz merch, posters, stickers, keychains, band shirts, whatever he could get his hands on.

when he got around to turning 13 he became embarrassed and ripped down his posters and only wore the band tees around the house, but he still loves gorillaz (and so does yuuji, thankfully) (yes they be dancing)

megumi carried the mp3 player with him everywhere he went for years, and sometimes he even takes it on missions with him when he needs to de-stress after a fight. he knows he could just use his phone, but it's a comfort to him to use it even though it's old and a little laggy. gojo would buy him a new one if he saw how outdated it was now, but it's one of his prized possessions and he wouldn't trade it for anything

[meguminis]

satoru playing hide and seek with kid tsumiki and megumi, he has the six eyes so he knows exactly where they’re hiding but they don’t know that so he walks around pretending he can’t find them anywhere just so he can make them happy when they win

[deaddovedecadence]

im dying my hair today so here's jjk people reacting to you wanting to dye your hair (in the dad! gojou verse with no name)

notes: there's both romantic and platonic yandere in this one, mentions of sex

Nobara

you want to dye? she's first in line to do it for you. She's the one that helped you chop your hair when it got too long, the one who does your nails and your makeup when you're down

she orders the best dye on your father's dime and he just laughs, more lenient with them then he'll ever be with you

sends everyone away til it's done

Megumi

doesn't get it but is supportive. He does genuinely want your happiness as long as you're doing something deemed safe

He'll wash your hair and prep it for you, humming to himself as you sit together in silence. Does the best job of getting all the dye out with his long ass fingers

gojou probably invades your time together at some point to fuck with you

tells you that you look beautiful afterwards and you can't help the flush when he runs fingers through your fresh clean hair and sends you off to Nobara

Yuuji

doesn't get it at all, and when you ask how he dyes his own hair, reveals that it's naturally that color of pink.

you don't know what to do with this information because you know your dad is weird,hell megumi is weird but sweet innocent yuuji, what the fuck

ends up asking sukuna to do it for you

Sukuna

is half laughing at yuuji while he dyes it for you. makes you let him pick the color and to no one's surprise it's the same pink color that he and yuuji share.

sharp nails make you feel amazing, getting all the gunk and grime out of the parts of your hair that's hard to reach

the two of you somehow end up fucking because sukuna likes your hair in his colors. megumi has to carry you back to your room afterwards

Gojou

happens several years before everyone else's

you've managed to fuck up big time, like refusing to call him dad or at least satoru.

takes you to his favorite salon, and has them dye your hair a brilliant white so you look like him

you know not to say anything because he will kill all these people if you disobey enough. you're lucky getting off with a simple hair dye.

makes you wear your hair like that for a year.

[frogteether]

two babies

[shukillz]

satoru, i love you!

girl dad gojo girl dad gojo

[shehatescoffee]

here's a humble drabble request: I love dadjo and suffering, so what about a little something from gojo's pov, let's say, two days prior his fight with sukuna? (yes I will never get over megumi's 16th birthday (ಥ﹏ಥ) )

It's his birthday today.

Satoru hasn't forgotten. Can't forget, maybe.

It's been nearly a month since he and Sukuna agreed to fight, and when he'd suggested the date, just two days away now, he hadn't thought about it. He'd been too overwhelmed, too shocked, at seeing Megumi standing there next to the stitched up corpse of Suguru, hair combed back and dark curse marks marring his skin, to even think to consider it. It was like looking into a funhouse mirror determined to show him his greatest failures, those of the past and those yet to come, so unsettling that for a moment he hadn't believed it to be real—refused to accept that it could be.

So, he hadn't hesitated at spitting out the date, one that follows him like a wretched curse but seemed oddly fitting at the time, and now he's sitting here alone on Megumi's sixteenth birthday, blowing out his candles for him.

Megumi's never been one to make a big deal about his birthday, but Tsumiki loves—loved birthdays, or any reason to celebrate and eat too many sweets, and so Megumi had suffered through them for her sake. When Satoru took them in (took them in is being generous, he thinks; he was barely eighteen, fresh off losing Suguru and entirely incapable of taking proper care of himself, not to mention a pair of abandoned children, one with the weight of a thousand year old familial curse on his shoulders and the other so dedicated to filling the void of their parents that she'd worked herself to the bone to keep them afloat), he'd made it a point to spend their birthdays with them. His parents had never really bothered to make anything important out of his own birthday, other than forcing him to partake in the traditional clan rituals and accept lavish, pointless gifts he never asked for.

He hadn't wanted that for them. For Megumi, in particular. Tsumiki was a lovely child, easy to please, but Megumi was never so simple. His first birthday under Satoru's care was a mess, to say the least (he never made the mistake of inviting all of Megumi's classmates again).

If it was up to Megumi, the day would be like any other. Maybe he'd have some cake, just to appease Tsumiki, but that was hard for Satoru to accept. Coming from a childhood where birthdays were seen as nothing more than a guilded checkmark before he would assume his role as clan head, he simply couldn't understand why any kid wouldn't want what extravagence and attention he was offering them. Cake should be expected, the most basic aspect of a birthday. Why wouldn't Megumi want more? Why wouldn't he trust Satoru enough to ask for it?

Thinking back, that was a common theme for him and Megumi. Misunderstandings, he means. Perhaps he was simply too stuck in his ways to really see Megumi's point of view, or perhaps Megumi was willfully stubborn about it because he enjoyed seeing Satoru get flustered when his attempts at bonding were rebuked. Perhaps, Megumi, with his dark hair and tendency to put Satoru in his place without remorse, just reminded him too much of someone he hadn't given enough attention to, and he's been desperate to avoid following the same path ever since.

He likes to think he did the best he could, but look where all his efforts got them.

The image of Megumi—no, Sukuna, wearing Megumi's skin, grinning with a malice he's never seen on the face that still has hints of baby fat on it, the cheeks he used to pinch and prod when Megumi would get in a mood, the teeth he saw grow in after tying floss to a doorknob to remove the old ones, it will surely haunt him through death.

So, he sits here, alone, slicing up a cake that's not nearly sweet enough for him because he'd ordered it months ahead of time, as usual, with Megumi's tastes in mind.

It's likely that Yuuji would come, if he asked, but Satoru doesn't even know if he's aware of the significance of the date (when do new friends think to mention birthdays?), and if he isn't then Satoru refuses to be the one to tell him. It's not a burden to celebrate Megumi's birthday, it never has been and never will be, but nonetheless it's a responsibility he has to bear alone.

He can't help but chuckle a little bit at his own melodrama. He's even got the lights turned off, for Tengen's sake.

Maybe he'd gone soft at some point, but can anyone blame him? Megumi is just so strong. So strong. He unlocked the capability of opening his domain years before Satoru had, and, with time, Satoru was sure that, no matter what happened to him, Megumi would be able to move forward. He'd be able to do what Satoru never could, surrounded by powerful friends and allies. Hell, eventually Megumi would probably have saved Yuuji from his death sentence out of pure spite, trying to prove he could succeed where Satoru failed.

But, now he can't do any of that, at least not for a while longer yet. And it's Satoru's fault. His fault that Megumi, barely even his own person yet, is spending his sixteenth birthday as the King of Curse's meatsuit.

Chewing on another bite of too-bitter cake, he sighs.

He'll make sure to make Megumi's seventeenth birthday the best one yet.